30 Years Of Starwars Hits The Staples Convention Center

Last night, going home from the gym in downtown LA at 8.30 or so, I saw a 9-year-old dressed in Luke Skywalker costume, walking with a chaperone. Today, having left home early, in that same downtown intersection, at 5.30 or so, crossing with a large group of people were two early twenty-somethings, or late teens, in full Jedi get-up. While everyone else around them tried to pretend not to notice, I gave them a discreet thumbs-up.

I suddenly got this strong urge to follow them and ghost that convention. Doesn't matter how kinky or buff or styled I may ever become; these nerds are still more my people.

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Last week, a Hummer, I believe even an original model H1, driving up on the Whole Foods parking lot, presumably for some organic environmentally-conscious shopping.

A not at all seldom blok of commercials on the radio for: luxury cars, plastic surgery (ask about the twenty-nine ninety-five breast-enlargement special), car superstore, laser dermatology specializing in acne and acne scars, credit counseling, a new exciting baldness treatment with lasers.

I find LA endlessly amusing.